Yeah I'm just a pilgrim passin throughFrom west philidelphia to Baton RougeI'm flashing ligthts and fashion rulesCan't wait to get home that's my attitudeYeah 'cause I'm battling throughI can feel the pressure man of half of the JewsBetween my flesh and the Master's rulesAnd I gotta fight this war until my caskets closedI'm like no I wanna press fast forwardHurry up and get home and unpack my clothesBut if I go home I'm abandoning the drones of people I've been assigned to and I'm back for groverYeah so I'm a stay for awhileAnd labor with the saints till I take to the skyAnd that will be the day that my reservation is applieded and the final destination is God.

After this is the after partyAnd that's when the Godly they get new bodiesBut we sound kinda morbid I guessBut the more I die and modify this mortal fleshIt's the Lord I want that's bless to endure the testI fear not the fall of death I've been born a fresh.Since my hope was found I've been homeward boundNothing gonna ever every yolk that can hold me down